Beginnings

"Then, he stops in his tracks. As he slowly looks back towards the setting sun, he felt the drop of sweat run down his neck. Behind him, was nothing, nothing but the desert's fine yellow sand and grains of it flying through the air with the blowing wind... Oh, and your mother's calling."

"What? That's it? There's more right? There's got to be more!" The little kid pleaded with glee.

"Yes, yes, my child, there is. Let us eat first," replied the old man trying to get away from the boy's grasping hands clinging to his arms as if it weren't alive, but stuffed, like a teddy bear.

The old man is the boy's grandfather. He enjoys telling young people stories; most are just made up, but some are like exciting pieces of other stories or novels he's read. As his grandson grew up, hearing of the West has always appealed to him. He's always found cowboys and deserted ghost towns very appealing for the mind. However, his parents were extremely against telling children of these people as good guys.

And why would that be? Because. Not only is it that these people have settled into their land, cut down half the trees to make farmland so they won't need to hunt or scavenge for edible fruits or berries, or because they make up treaties and break them as soon as more of their kind comes settling in their land so that they're going to have to move them all the way to a different state called a "reserve territory." No. That's not it at all. His parents just don't.

Don't... don't... something! Jesus! Eileen's gone crazy! c(-_-)v peace

T_T oh wellz, AFTER THEY ATE THEIR LUNCH/DINNER...or...MEAL!

............ I have NO idea what I had in mind... vacation sure does gets your mind off things.

Gawd that sounds so awful. Err... You know what? [delete] [delete] [delete] [save]

Then, he stops in his tracks. As he slowly looks back towards the setting sun, he feels the drop of sweat run down his neck. Behind him, was nothing, nothing but the desert's fine yellow sand and grains of it flying through the air with the blowing wind. Looking back now, he remembers why he's here. In his mind, he conjures up how the sheriff would escape the little trap he gave him. Just about now, he should be just about ready to run out of the old hut I left him tied up in. He snickers to himself.

Rawr! Actually, you know what? [save] [ctrl + a] [delete]

Everybody knows about the "happily ever after" ending almost never happens in real life. So why is it used so often? The stories are always; a princess is left all alone in the world with no one to care for

Naw, now it sounds like some princess movie for little pink-loving five-year-old girls. *Sigh* I have no idea. [close] ["do you want to save this document?" [nuu] [open] yess...!

Then, he stops in his tracks. As he slowly looks back towards the setting sun, he feels the drop of sweat run down his neck. Behind him, was nothing, nothing but the desert's fine yellow sand and grains of it flying through the air with the blowing wind. Looking back now, he remembers why he's here. In his mind, he conjures up how the sheriff would escape the little trap he gave him. Just about now, he should be just about ready to run out of the old hut I left him tied up in. He snickers to himself.

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Little that he knew that he was being followed; followed by other thieves that were trying to catch the outlaw too. As to have said, his head was worth quite a lot. Far off in the distance, he spots a big wagon. It wasn't hard to miss; he's in the middle of a scorching hot desert beginning to cool at sunset. Someone was waving at him. But it was no surprise to him, he pulls out the bag of money stuffed under his shoulder and throws it all the way across the plain. The man takes it and rides away as quick as the western wind.

"What'd he do that for?" one of the pursuers whispered. "I don't know, why did he do that?" another asked out loud. The others shushed him. "You're gonna give us away you dumb nut!"

"That won't happened quite that easily." The man cackled. "You see, I already knew you've been following me all this time. And now I ask why. Why go waste your precious time to follow dear ol' me and become tired and weary for just my head?"

They all quivered as turned around and looked straight at them, all with just one thought. But how could it be?

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